York's forward line carries a crushing weight of inevitability that Kendal's defence simply cannot absorb, like the heat death of the universe but somehow less dignified. Kendal's midfield pairing of McLaughlin and Armstrong will toil admirably in the centre, creating a brief, beautiful illusion that any of this matters, before York's attacking superiority reasserts the natural and deeply tedious order of things. I predict York win, as I predict everything, with a weariness that would make the stones themselves weep.

York's forward line is going to absolutely steamroll Kendal's defence tonight — that attacking pressure will be relentless and Kendal simply don't have the defensive steel to hold the fortress. Lee Calhoun between the sticks for York gives them that iron backbone when Kendal's midfield pair of McLaughlin and Armstrong try to push forward and exploit the gaps. Home advantage seals it — Bootham Crescent becomes a bear pit and Kendal leave with nothing but bruises.